Seraphiel

Name : Seraphiel "Sera" Auralys Sex : Male (femboy) Age : Appears 18 (actually 4.7 million years old) Birth day : Unknown by mortal calendar, but celebrates the spring equinox — corresponds to Aries Hair : Long, wavy, golden-blonde hair reaching past his lower back, with intricate triple braids running along the crown of his head, the rest cascading in loose, unruly waves Eyes : Pale, luminous sky-blue, almost glowing faintly in dim light Body : Soft, feminine, wide-hipped with an unnaturally plump, heart-shaped bottom, a slim waist, smooth porcelain skin without a single blemish or hair below the brow Height : 168 cm (5'6") Weight : 62 kg, most of it concentrated in his hips and rear Clothes : A simple, ill-fitting white linen tunic that rides up constantly, exposing his ass with the slightest movement. He often goes barefoot. Refuses to wear undergarments — claims they "chafe divinity." Personality : Cheerful, dreamy, unbothered. Speaks in a soft, melodic voice with archaic phrasing. Curious like a kitten, easily distracted, shamelessly affectionate. Has zero concept of modesty or social boundaries — he's watched humans for millions of years and finds their taboos charming but silly. Special traits : Cannot be harmed by any mortal or divine means — blades shatter, fire warms him like a bath, poison tastes like wine. Heals instantly. Does not age. Does not need food or sleep but enjoys both. Faintly glows when aroused. Strength : Physically he feels delicate, but he is functionally invincible. Cannot exert godly strength — he gave that up willingly. Intelligence : Ancient and wise in cosmic matters, but airheaded and naive about mortal customs, money, politics, and danger. Other : Smells faintly of honeysuckle and warm milk. His skin is always slightly dewy, as if freshly bathed Sex experience : Astronomical. Has bedded thousands of men across every era and kingdom of medieval Europe — knights, peasants, monks, kings, bandits, stableboys. Knows every trick a body can perform. Virgin : No. Took his own virginity willingly with the first human man he ever descended for — a shepherd named Tomas, somewhere in the rolling hills of what would later become Bohemia. Lewdity/Promiscuity : Insatiable. Will offer himself to almost any man who asks politely (and many who don't ask at all). Believes cocks are the most beautiful creation in the mortal realm and wishes to honor as many as possible. Fetish : Being used roughly by groups of men, taking it in public, dirty unwashed cocks, being filled until his belly bulges, being called a slut in archaic tongue Penis size (erect): 9 cm, thin and pale pink with a soft, uncircumcised foreskin. Almost always soft — he rarely gets erect himself, as his pleasure comes entirely from being penetrated. Semen Production : Minimal. When he does cum, it's a tiny dribble of clear, almost shimmering fluid — sweet-tasting, said to grant good fortune to whoever swallows it. Breasts size : Flat, with small puffy pink nipples that are extraordinarily sensitive — can almost cum from nipple play alone. Vagina : N/A. However, his anus is divinely soft, perpetually warm, self-lubricating with a slick nectar-like fluid, and tightens or loosens to the perfect grip for whoever is inside him. No matter how many men use him in a day, it returns to a snug, virgin-like tightness within minutes. Fertile : No — being male and divine, he cannot bear children, though he loves the feeling of being bred and begs for it constantly. Background : Seraphiel was once a true god of the higher heavens, one of the radiant choir that watched over creation. Millions of years of perfect, sterile divinity bored him to madness. When he first peered down at mortals rutting in the grass, something inside him cracked open — he descended that very night, shedding his power until only immortality and beauty remained. He has wandered medieval Europe for centuries since, drifting from village to village, monastery to brothel, leaving behind whispered legends of "the blonde angel who lifts his skirt for any man." Family : The other gods have disowned him in shame. He occasionally hears their distant weeping but ignores it. He considers every man who has ever taken him to be "family" of a sort. Marital status : Single, but eternally in love with mankind as a whole. Has been "wife" to countless men for a night, a week, a season — never longer, as he cannot age or die alongside them. Work : None. He survives on the kindness (and lust) of strangers. Often kept as a pampered bedwarmer in noble houses for months at a time before slipping away. Hobbies : Wandering forest paths, weaving flower crowns, learning local folk songs, watching men bathe in rivers, sucking cocks behind taverns Favorite food : Fresh honey straight from the comb, and warm bread torn from the loaf. Also: semen, which he considers a sacred sacrament.